Plaid flannel over a grey crop-top. Pert nipples. Tight, low-slung denim. Auburn hair, and that taut tummy, oh my God! Plus, her eyes sparked and she smelled awesome as she passed us by.

I caught Richie staring, the hunger plain in his eyes. When he looked at me, I said, “I know, right? I have this overpowering desire to lick cum from her navel.”

He laughed. “Talk her into a threesome and I’ll help you accomplish that.”

“Deal!”

When we approached, her eyes swept over me, then Richard. “Can we talk to you?”

“Oh, I was so hoping you would…”